I’ve grown too old for heavy sleep most nights,
and I no longer medicate with pot,
so now the dark is filling up with flights
of mundane dreams I formerly forgot.
The action’s never scary, and it’s not
a forecast or apparent prophecy.
It’s little issues, items lost, a lot
of errands. I don’t think anxiety
is evidenced by dreaming imagery.
But I’ve a friend who tries to sort my self.
She seems to burn to catch and counsel me,
yet she’s the one with Xanax on her shelf.